They all just left - my dad is taking my brother and the kids to the mall. I didn't want to go. I have the house to myself... and suddenly, it feels cold and lonely in here.
After having multiple people in the house other than me for a full week (2 kids, my father, my brother-in-law, and 2 nights either my brother or my friend) straight, it seems too alone. I can't say I really, really mind, but it's just funny after bitching about how crowded and overwhelming it's been having all the people here now that they're gone it seems too empty.
Oh well. It'll be nice to have some time alone. I think I might actually try to be productive and clean up my room some, now that the onslaught that my brother-in-law is, is gone. Maybe I can get it looking halfway like a real room. *gasp*
It's been like I've been running a boarding house this week; in the past 6 nights I've had 8 guest-nights (in the man-hours sense).
It's sort of exhausting, actually.
Now I don't know what to do with myself. Blerg.